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RIP...too many times
Mar. 20th, 2008 10:43 amThis has been...not the best of weeks.
My great-grandmother, my Noni, died on Tuesday. She's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, making raviolis from scratch first every Easter and Christmas, then as she got older, only on Christmas. One year I wheedled her into making them for my birthday (it was my 16th birthday, I think). She was a fiercely independent woman (Italian! From Jersey!) who always did what she wanted and didn't care what anybody else thought. Up until two years ago, when she had a stroke, she was still taking the bus places and going bowling. She died at 94 -- a good long life -- but I think if she hadn't had the stroke she'd still be going strong.
The funeral will be (at the earliest) sometime next week, so this Easter time will be a little...subdued.
Also, last night at Schola (church choir) rehearsal, Don (our director) told us that his brother died on Tuesday. He's staying here through Easter and next week is flying back to Calgary for the funeral and to be with his nephews.
Add to that the fact that Arthur C. Clarke died on Tuesday also (this is like the bizarro morbid version of Star Trek: Generations where only horrible things happen on Tuesdays). So, I'm rereading 2001: A Space Odyssey (I will try to attempt the movie again, but I can't promise anything) and Rendezvous With Rama, both of which I've read lots of times over and enjoy.
We're performing the Mozart Requiem in the Sacramento Choral Society in May (and debuting with it at Disney Hall in LA in June), and somehow, it means more to me to be singing it now than it did a week ago.
ETA: Here's a great article about why Easter hasn't been swallowed by Christmas-like commercialism.
My great-grandmother, my Noni, died on Tuesday. She's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, making raviolis from scratch first every Easter and Christmas, then as she got older, only on Christmas. One year I wheedled her into making them for my birthday (it was my 16th birthday, I think). She was a fiercely independent woman (Italian! From Jersey!) who always did what she wanted and didn't care what anybody else thought. Up until two years ago, when she had a stroke, she was still taking the bus places and going bowling. She died at 94 -- a good long life -- but I think if she hadn't had the stroke she'd still be going strong.
The funeral will be (at the earliest) sometime next week, so this Easter time will be a little...subdued.
Also, last night at Schola (church choir) rehearsal, Don (our director) told us that his brother died on Tuesday. He's staying here through Easter and next week is flying back to Calgary for the funeral and to be with his nephews.
Add to that the fact that Arthur C. Clarke died on Tuesday also (this is like the bizarro morbid version of Star Trek: Generations where only horrible things happen on Tuesdays). So, I'm rereading 2001: A Space Odyssey (I will try to attempt the movie again, but I can't promise anything) and Rendezvous With Rama, both of which I've read lots of times over and enjoy.
We're performing the Mozart Requiem in the Sacramento Choral Society in May (and debuting with it at Disney Hall in LA in June), and somehow, it means more to me to be singing it now than it did a week ago.
ETA: Here's a great article about why Easter hasn't been swallowed by Christmas-like commercialism.
